a poem for today, 19 April 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of twenty-five sentences and its image]
Yes, Miss Snake.
I was eaten by God.
Insignificant.
You just hate it.
There is no 'me'.
Do as you're told.
That's big game.
The doors closed.
Go bite a pillow.
I was a tickle top.
To better myself.
It would be easy.
The brave words.
My humor is my own.
It's an illusion.
And now you know.
The jungle wins.
What a surprise.
You were my life.
It's not too late.
Stop resisting.
I want to be seen.
It's there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me, silently, but I can feel it there.
Save it sunshine.
I've seen enough.
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